{"id":32168,"date":"2018-04-30T10:30:09","date_gmt":"2018-04-30T14:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/?p=32168"},"modified":"2018-04-30T10:30:09","modified_gmt":"2018-04-30T14:30:09","slug":"we-need-to-talk-about-avengers-infinity-war-spoilers-inbound","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/2018\/04\/30\/we-need-to-talk-about-avengers-infinity-war-spoilers-inbound\/","title":{"rendered":"We Need To Talk About Avengers: Infinity War (Spoilers Inbound)"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>When I say\u00a0we<\/em> need to talk about it, I mean\u00a0I<\/em> need to talk about it.<\/p>\n

See, sometimes I like to take\u00a0big-ass pop culture\u00a0<\/em>event<\/em> movies and then dissect them at least a little on the autopsy table — from a storyteller’s perspective, I like to root through the narrative guts and splash around in the blood that pumps a particular story’s heart. I’ve done it with The Last Jedi<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, and Mad Max: Fury Road<\/strong><\/span><\/a> and Prometheus<\/strong><\/span><\/a> and so forth.<\/p>\n

What choices did they make? Why did they make them? How am I feeling? How did the story make me feel that way? Where are my pants? WHY DID THE MOVIE TAKE MY PANTS<\/p>\n

I don’t think I’ve done that yet with a Marvel movie.<\/p>\n

And maybe it’s time.<\/p>\n

I don’t want to get too deep with\u00a0Infinity War<\/strong>, but I do want to talk about a few things, and that means — well, it means SPOILERS ARE COMING.<\/p>\n

And I hate spoilers.<\/p>\n

It’s because\u00a0I’d hate to spoil you if you don’t want to be spoiled. Spoilers foisted upon you rob you of your agency as a reader, as a viewer, as audience for a story. And spoilers too obviate the storyteller’s construction — we put a lot of work into a lot of things, one of those things being the orchestration of revelation in narrative, and spoilers undercut our articulation of the things we want known, and when we want them to be known.<\/p>\n

So, with that said, I’m going to put a WHOLE LOT OF SPOILER SPACE here.<\/p>\n

In fact, I’m going to just cut and paste a passage from James Joyce’s nonsense book,\u00a0Finnegan’s Wake<\/strong>, just so you have an absurd buffer between this part of the post and the part of the post where, basically, I tell you the ending of the movie.<\/p>\n

Here, have some James Joyce:<\/p>\n

Sir\u00a0Tristram,\u00a0violer\u00a0d’amores, fr’over the\u00a0short sea, had\u00a0passen-<\/em><\/p>\n

core\u00a0rearrived\u00a0from North\u00a0Armorica\u00a0on this side the\u00a0scraggy<\/em><\/p>\n

isthmus\u00a0of Europe Minor to\u00a0wielderfight\u00a0his penisolate war: nor<\/em><\/p>\n

had\u00a0topsawyer’s\u00a0rocks\u00a0by the stream\u00a0Oconee\u00a0exaggerated\u00a0themselse<\/em><\/p>\n

to\u00a0Laurens County’s\u00a0gorgios\u00a0while they went\u00a0doublin\u00a0their\u00a0mumper<\/em><\/p>\n

all the time: nor avoice from\u00a0afire\u00a0bellowsed\u00a0mishe\u00a0mishe to<\/em><\/p>\n

tauftauf\u00a0thuartpeatrick:\u00a0not\u00a0yet, though\u00a0venissoon\u00a0after, had a<\/em><\/p>\n

kidscad\u00a0buttended\u00a0a\u00a0bland\u00a0old\u00a0isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in<\/em><\/p>\n

vanessy, were\u00a0sosie\u00a0sesthers\u00a0wroth\u00a0with\u00a0twone nathandjoe.\u00a0Rot\u00a0a<\/em><\/p>\n

peck\u00a0of pa’s\u00a0malt\u00a0had\u00a0Jhem\u00a0or\u00a0Shen\u00a0brewed\u00a0by\u00a0arclight\u00a0and\u00a0rory<\/em><\/p>\n

end to the\u00a0regginbrow\u00a0was to be seen\u00a0ringsome\u00a0on the\u00a0aquaface.<\/em><\/p>\n

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-<\/em><\/p>\n

ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-<\/em><\/p>\n

nuk!) of a once\u00a0wallstrait\u00a0oldparr\u00a0is\u00a0retaled\u00a0early in bed and later<\/em><\/p>\n

on life down through all christian\u00a0minstrelsy. The great fall of the<\/em><\/p>\n

offwall\u00a0entailed\u00a0at such\u00a0short notice\u00a0the\u00a0pftjschute\u00a0of Finnegan,<\/em><\/p>\n

erse\u00a0solid man, that the\u00a0humptyhillhead of humself\u00a0prumptly\u00a0sends<\/em><\/p>\n

an\u00a0unquiring\u00a0one well to the\u00a0west\u00a0in\u00a0quest\u00a0of his tumptytumtoes:<\/em><\/p>\n

and their upturnpikepointandplace\u00a0is at the\u00a0knock\u00a0out in the park<\/em><\/p>\n

where\u00a0oranges\u00a0have been laid to\u00a0rust\u00a0upon the green since dev-<\/em><\/p>\n

linsfirst loved livvy.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

What\u00a0clashes here of wills\u00a0gen\u00a0wonts,\u00a0oystrygods\u00a0gaggin\u00a0fishy-<\/em><\/p>\n

gods!\u00a0Br\u00e9kkek\u00a0K\u00e9kkek K\u00e9kkek K\u00e9kkek! K\u00f3ax K\u00f3ax K\u00f3ax! Ualu<\/em><\/p>\n

Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the\u00a0Baddelaries\u00a0partisans\u00a0are still<\/em><\/p>\n

out to\u00a0mathmaster\u00a0Malachus Micgranes\u00a0and the Verdons\u00a0cata-<\/em><\/p>\n

pelting the\u00a0camibalistics\u00a0out of the\u00a0Whoyteboyce\u00a0of\u00a0Hoodie\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Head.\u00a0Assiegates\u00a0and boomeringstroms.\u00a0Sod’s\u00a0brood, be me fear!<\/em><\/p>\n

Sanglorians,\u00a0save! Arms\u00a0apeal\u00a0with\u00a0larms,\u00a0appalling.\u00a0Killykill-<\/em><\/p>\n

killy: a\u00a0toll, a toll. What\u00a0chance\u00a0cuddleys, what\u00a0cashels\u00a0aired\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

and\u00a0ventilated! What\u00a0bidimetoloves\u00a0sinduced by what\u00a0tegotetab-<\/em><\/p>\n

solvers! What true feeling for their’s\u00a0hayair\u00a0with what\u00a0strawng\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

voice of false\u00a0jiccup! O here here how hoth\u00a0sprowled\u00a0met\u00a0the<\/em><\/p>\n

duskt the father of\u00a0fornicationists\u00a0but, (O my shining stars and<\/em><\/p>\n

body!) how\u00a0hath\u00a0fanespanned\u00a0most high heaven the\u00a0skysign\u00a0of<\/em><\/p>\n

soft advertisement! But\u00a0was iz? Iseut?\u00a0Ere were\u00a0sewers? The oaks<\/em><\/p>\n

of\u00a0ald\u00a0now they lie in\u00a0peat\u00a0yet elms leap where\u00a0askes\u00a0lay.\u00a0Phall\u00a0if<\/em><\/p>\n

you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the<\/em><\/p>\n

pharce\u00a0for the\u00a0nunce\u00a0come to a\u00a0setdown\u00a0secular\u00a0phoenish.<\/em><\/p>\n

Bygmester\u00a0Finnegan, of the\u00a0Stuttering\u00a0Hand,\u00a0freemen’s\u00a0mau-<\/em><\/p>\n

rer, lived in the\u00a0broadest way\u00a0immarginable\u00a0in his\u00a0rushlit\u00a0toofar-<\/em><\/p>\n

back for\u00a0messuages\u00a0before\u00a0joshuan\u00a0judges had given us numbers<\/em><\/p>\n

or\u00a0Helviticus\u00a0committed\u00a0deuteronomy\u00a0(one\u00a0yeastyday\u00a0he\u00a0sternely\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

struxk his\u00a0tete\u00a0in a tub for to\u00a0watsch\u00a0the\u00a0future\u00a0of his\u00a0fates\u00a0but ere<\/em><\/p>\n

he swiftly\u00a0stook\u00a0it out again, by the might of\u00a0moses, the very wat-<\/em><\/p>\n

er was\u00a0eviparated\u00a0and all the\u00a0guenneses\u00a0had met their\u00a0exodus\u00a0so<\/em><\/p>\n

that ought to show you what a\u00a0pentschanjeuchy\u00a0chap he was!)<\/em><\/p>\n

and during\u00a0mighty odd\u00a0years this man of\u00a0hod, cement and\u00a0edi-<\/em><\/p>\n

fices in\u00a0Toper’s\u00a0Thorp\u00a0piled\u00a0buildung\u00a0supra\u00a0buildung\u00a0pon\u00a0the<\/em><\/p>\n

banks for the\u00a0livers\u00a0by the\u00a0Soangso. He\u00a0addle\u00a0liddle\u00a0phifie\u00a0Annie<\/em><\/p>\n

ugged\u00a0the little\u00a0craythur.\u00a0Wither\u00a0hayre in\u00a0honds\u00a0tuck up\u00a0your\u00a0part<\/em><\/p>\n

inher.\u00a0Oftwhile\u00a0balbulous,\u00a0mithre\u00a0ahead, with\u00a0goodly\u00a0trowel\u00a0in<\/em><\/p>\n

grasp\u00a0and ivoroiled\u00a0overalls\u00a0which he\u00a0habitacularly\u00a0fondseed, like<\/em><\/p>\n

Haroun\u00a0Childeric\u00a0Eggeberth\u00a0he would\u00a0caligulate\u00a0by\u00a0multiplicab-<\/em><\/p>\n

les the\u00a0alltitude\u00a0and\u00a0malltitude\u00a0until he\u00a0seesaw\u00a0by\u00a0neatlight\u00a0of the<\/em><\/p>\n

liquor\u00a0wheretwin\u00a0’twas born, his\u00a0roundhead\u00a0staple\u00a0of other days<\/em><\/p>\n

to rise in\u00a0undress\u00a0maisonry\u00a0upstanded\u00a0(joygrantit!), a\u00a0waalworth\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

of a\u00a0skyerscape\u00a0of most\u00a0eyeful\u00a0hoyth\u00a0entowerly,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

We’re good now, right?<\/p>\n

GOOD BECAUSE HERE THERE BE SPOILERS<\/p>\n

Also, boy,\u00a0Finnegan’s<\/strong>\u00a0Wake\u00a0<\/strong>is fucking nonsense, isn’t it?<\/p>\n

Moving on.<\/p>\n

I, like the rest of the civilized world, saw\u00a0Avengers: Infinity War\u00a0<\/strong>this past weekend.<\/p>\n

And I have thoughts<\/em>.<\/p>\n

It’s worth first describing the overall theater experience — I don’t mean this to be emblematic of every theater experience, but it was at the one I went to, 10:30AM on Friday. For most of the movie, the crowd was fucking\u00a0excited<\/em>. Lots of applause. Gasps in the right places. Lots of cheers. (So many cheers and laughs actually that it ended up stepping on subsequent jokes or dialogue.) There was this shared energy going on, a\u00a0pop culture<\/em> electricity buzzing like bees between us.<\/p>\n

And then —<\/p>\n

*Thanos fingersnap*<\/p>\n

— the movie ended.<\/p>\n

Credits rolled.<\/p>\n

Post-credits scene played.<\/p>\n

And walking out of that theater…<\/p>\n

Shit, I’ve been to noisier\u00a0funerals<\/em>.<\/p>\n

People just… wandered out,\u00a0like from\u00a0a disaster, a plane crash or a collapsed building. Shell-shocked. Jaws dragging behind them like carry-on luggage. A look of bewilderment and worry passed between us all. There were some breaks to this: a few guys behind me were like, “Yo, what the\u00a0fuck<\/em> just happened.” Next to me, a woman explained to her boyfriend who Captain Marvel was, and what the post-credits scene probably meant. On the way to the parking lot, two late-20s dudes were explaining to a pair of young boys (maybe 10?) that everything would be all right, it’s a comic book movie, they’ll all be okay.<\/p>\n

I went to my car.<\/p>\n

I sat in the driver’s seat.<\/p>\n

I kinda just stared at it for a while?<\/p>\n

And then I went home.<\/p>\n

And I kinda felt really shitty? Like, inside. Inside my body. Inside my heart. I felt shitty. (Real-talk, I felt a fraction of what I felt during the 2016 election, which is actually apropos when you think about it: big pastel-colored asshole walks away with an unexpected victory, sits and regards his ruination with\u00a0weary glee, credits roll, good luck, motherfuckers.)<\/p>\n

That’s worth picking apart. That movie made me feel something\u00a0hard<\/em>. Whether or not that’s a good thing or a bad thing, it’s damn sure a\u00a0powerful<\/em> thing, to affect emotions like that, to kick you around like an empty soup can. I went through an array of emotions in the wake of feeling shell-shocked: I felt mad at the movie. Then I felt sad. Then I felt disappointed? Then I was reassuring myself the same way you reassure yourself after any loss, after any failure — “Well, it’ll be fine, Captain Marvel is probably kicking it in outer space, and of course in the comics Adam Warlock just undoes the whole fucking thing anyway, right?” — and then you go through a new wave of disappointment when you realize it\u00a0is<\/em> a comic book movie, like that dude said, and everything will probably just be okay. Certainly half the people that turned to void-ash have movies planned anyway — it’s not like\u00a0Black Panther 2<\/strong> or\u00a0Doctor Strange 2<\/strong> are going to be about piles of dirt blowing around the cosmos for two-and-a-half hours.<\/p>\n

Here people will say, and have said,\u00a0this is the Empire Strikes Back<\/strong> of the Avengers<\/strong><\/em>. Or, if you prefer more recent,\u00a0The Last Jedi<\/strong>. And yet, neither of those movies kicked me in the teeth as hard. My kid loves those movies and doesn’t view them as a one way trip to Bummertown — we think of movies like ESB and TLJ as having down endings, but they really don’t. They take us to the bottom, to the nadir, but then we get sight of the ramp. We see the\u00a0lift<\/em>, the upward-angle right at the end. In\u00a0Empire<\/strong>, we’re granted the scene with the rebel fleet — Luke gets a new hand, Lando goes off with Chewie to find Han, Leia and Luke regard the galaxy as the music swells. In\u00a0Last Jedi<\/strong>, we not only get a Pyrrhic Victory moment with Luke versus Kylo, but we see Rey take the mantle of the last Jedi truly as she moves some rocks, reunites with friends, and they zip off in the Falcon — not to mention we’re granted the coda with Broomboy and the Stable Gang (my favorite Genesis cover band, by the way).<\/p>\n

Infinity War<\/strong> has no such scene.<\/p>\n

And that’s why it hurts so hard.<\/p>\n

This comes down to a discussion about story structure. I know. Yawn. Snore. Boo. But for us storytellers it’s an important\u00a0thing to talk about — we know\u00a0how stories are structured, and that structure is\u00a0(usually) deliberate. Changing a piece of it, or removing a piece, can have dramatic impacts — impacts you may intend, or impacts that you may not.<\/p>\n

Infinity War<\/strong> has no denouement.<\/p>\n

(Pronounced with a haughty French accent: DAY-NOOO-MOOHHHH)<\/p>\n

Most stories give us an ejaculatory story climax — OH MY GOD SHIT IS HAPPENING, IT’S ALL HAPPENING, NNNGH BOOM — and then we are given narrative time to deal with that. The action ‘falls’ and moves past the climactic resolution and into a glimpse of the fallout of that resolution.<\/p>\n

Usually, the more exciting and intense the movie, the shorter the falling action \/ denouement. The more epic it is, the longer that becomes.<\/p>\n

Jurassic Park<\/strong> goes from their climactic escape to a moment of peace onboard the helicopter out — and then the credits roll. We don’t have much there, maybe just two minutes max of that, but it’s not really essential. The kids glom onto Alan Grant, completing the circuit for Sam Neill’s character, and hey, Holdo smiles, birds are dinosaurs, it’s a new day.<\/p>\n

Empire Strikes Back<\/strong> has about… five, six minutes of falling action and denouement. The escape from Cloud City, Luke has one last chat with New Dad, and then it’s time for a new hand and talk of a rendezvous on Tatooine to go save Han.<\/p>\n

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King<\/strong> has 37 hours of denouement.<\/p>\n

Infinity War<\/strong> has mostly none. Okay, you get a denouement of Thanos sitting in like, a fucking meadow and being all proud of himself — and that works\u00a0if<\/em> you assume he’s the protagonist of the movie. (Spoiler: he might be, though whether that’s intentional or not, I dunno.) We don’t need much denouement\u00a0if<\/em> we’re to believe the Avengers are actually the Bad Guys. In that case, Thanos gazing out on his glorious success is not that different from Alan Grant looking out of the helicopter as they flee\u00a0Jurassic Park<\/strong>. Job done. High-five. Music swells.<\/p>\n

(One could also argue that the post-credits scene is a denouement, but I’d rather avoid that as a declaration. Given that it’s set in the middle of people turning to void-ash, and given that it lends us no time to decompress or understand what just happened, I’d argue it’s just an\u00a0additional moment stapled\u00a0to the climax of the film.)<\/p>\n

If you assume the Avengers are the protagonists, then… the denouement isn’t much of one, is it? We aren’t given any moments with the heroes to deal with what just happened. We don’t have a scene of them dealing with it. No funerals. No conversation. No Cap and Tony entering a room and giving each other a hug. There’s no resolution. Further, we’re given literally no optimism — we’ve spent two-and-a-half hours with our plane in freefall, and you kind of half-expect that right at the end we’d be given a hint that the engine’s gonna start, that we’re about to pull out of this dive before we hit.<\/p>\n

But nope.<\/p>\n

We just crash.<\/p>\n

Snap<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Thanos wins.<\/p>\n

It’s kind of brilliant.<\/p>\n

It’s also kind of awful?<\/p>\n

Because here’s the thing —\u00a0denouement<\/em> is, as noted, French. And it’s French for “unknotting.” Meaning, you’ve just spent all this time tying some knots, and now it’s time to loosen them, if even a little. And those knots aren’t just plotty-knots. They’re the knots of our emotions.\u00a0Infinity War\u00a0<\/strong>spends a great deal of time tightening those knots, and then no time undoing them.<\/p>\n

Brilliant? Maybe. Difficult to deal with? Nnnyeah, kinda, for me, anyway. Maybe not for you! I’m not telling you how you should feel. But I felt like I was kicked in the gut after leaving it — and it’s maybe why I can’t take my kid to this, at least until the next chapter is out — *winces* — a whole year from now.<\/p>\n

At the end,\u00a0Infinity War<\/strong> ends up being a truly astonishing comic book movie through-and-through. It is the realization of Marvel’s dreams, and of my dreams as a comic book reader. It is the\u00a0perfect<\/em> example of a brawny, bang-up comic-book crossover translated to the screen.<\/p>\n

But perfect example also means that it carries with it the best\u00a0and<\/em>\u00a0the worst<\/em> of those comic book crossovers. The action is high! The heroes meet! They quip at each other! It’s funny and intense and unrelenting. It also doesn’t give them a lot of time to talk or\u00a0be<\/em> their characters beyond their most trope-iest of traits. It also requires you to have seen… most of the MCU movies, which in terms of the movies means you’ve spent a buttload of time and money to get here. It\u00a0also<\/em> means that, like with comic books, we’re treated to a real cliffhanger ending. But the problem there is, a cliffhanger in comics means you have to wait 2-4 weeks to pick up the next one. Here it means we have two more movies over the next year to help us pick up the teeth that this one knocked out of our open mouths.<\/p>\n

There are other problems with the movie, maybe — the powers are inconsistent and sometimes the movie seems to be willfully plotty even when it betrays characters or logic. The Infinity Stones seem to do specific things until they don’t? Thanos’ master plan is somehow both genuinely sympathetic and really dumb — there are better ways to achieve what he wants to achieve, unless you assume he is just a narcissistic genocidal maniac who is lying to himself about that (and by the way that works for me, I buy that). But those problems are small in the face of what is a movie that gets\u00a0so much<\/em>\u00a0right<\/em> about the big, bursting bad-assery of a comic-book cross-over event.<\/p>\n

But I miss that denouement. That’s where it gets me. That’s where the movie\u00a0hurt me. For 95% of it, I was in love. For that last 5%, I felt sad and upset and mostly still feel that way now. I don’t know if that was intentional or not. If it was — then, hey, here’s my applause. I don’t like feeling that way but I also appreciate a film that wants me to feel that way and achieves it. But a part of me worries that it’s really just down to marketing — they didn’t want to tell us it was Part One of Two, meaning, the reason we get no denouement is less a willful narrative choice and more because it’s really one half of a movie and they just didn’t wanna tell us. Which means maybe this bit, from this article<\/strong><\/span><\/a>, wasn’t entirely true:<\/p>\n

Two months ago,\u00a0the Russo brothers told the Uproxx site\u00a0that the third and fourth Avengers were being retitled in part to clarify that the films would be two separate films rather than one large film split in half.<\/em><\/p>\n

I loved the movie. I hated the movie. Which is the sign of something interesting, I think. It is a remarkable achievement, if a troubled one, and needless to say I am gnashing my teeth for the next one to find out how our Heroic Resistance undoes the horrors of Purple Space Trump.<\/p>\n

NOW GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS, THANOS<\/p>\n

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